Wednesday...what is she thinking?

I just can't figure newmom out. (Except I've decided she's not so new anymore, and now I'm going to call her mymom.) Okay, so I woke up a little earlier than she did this morning--five or ten minutes, that's all. And so it just really didn't seem worth the bother to, you know, wait for her to let me out.

So I didn't. Big deal, it's a pretty big crate.

But when mymom got there, she made this weird strangled noise. And she took away my stuffed moose--she held it funny, too, just between two fingers, and she said, "Ew!" And she put me outside to play, but I could hear splashing water and then strange noises near my crate. And when she brought me back in for breakfast, there was a new wire wall making my crate smaller.

LOTS smaller.

Phooey. She needs a time-out or something. She seems to think that works for me.

Wednesday...about yesterday

Yesterday was a brand new kind of day. I never had it happen to me before. But I was bold and brave and didn't care, especially since there was food and "Awwww!" involved.

Mymom put me into the little travel kennel with my fluffy bone and my blankies, and then she put me in the back of the car (she calls it Spot, just because it's a Focus. I don't get it). Myauntie came over and we drove to a new place that smelled like lots of other dogs and cats and some other things I didn't recognize but I would have been very brave if I'd met them. Then a DOCTOR came to admire me. He admired me rather closely. In fact, he admired me in ways I think were a little too personal. But he was nice and he gave me a cookie, so that's okay. Though I think he did something called "shots" while I was eating it. I'm not sure. It was a good cookie.

Mymom talked about something called a "microchip." The DOCTOR showed off a really big needle. Who cares? It wasn't about me. I don't think. But the DOCTOR said mymom should be ready to hold me because a lot of dogs aren't very good about "microchip." Then he gave me more cookies, so I got bored with their conversation. Bored, bored, munch munch munch good cookies! Dunno why they all told me I was so good for eating the cookies without making a fuss. That's silly. They were happy about "microchip," too, but like I said...boring.

I sat on the scales--I am almost 9 pounds, very big!--and then went back in my kennel. Mymom and myauntie and DOCTOR talked about some other stuff, and about the Cardi neighbors. Sigh. But then the strangest thing happened! They put my kennel in a spot behind the counter with a whole bunch of smock-dressed people who admired me! Mymom said it was too hot for me to go on errands. So I got to stay, and they let me out of the kennel to play with my fuzzy bone, and they went "Awwww!" a whole lot, and kissed me and pet me.

I liked it there. Cookies, petting, playspace...they rock! When mymom got back I wanted to stay and play more, because I'm very fierce and wasn't tired at all, but mymom put me in Spot and we went home and if I fell asleep it was only because I was bored and not at all because I was tired.

But I wonder why my back is sore between my shoulders today..?